rainy.
wander around city in hazy daze.  wrapped in smoke cloud fog 
suffocation.  don't care.  don't know any better to even
feel outside of my own mind.  overtaken by terminal, incessant
wanderlust that make me see everything in kaleidescope perspective.

  thinking that i know what i want. rambling. blah blah blah.
 maybe i just have bad timing.

 hi. how are you?
 smile.  
						(a.young 10/9/98 -NY,NY)

no response.. 	

just empty staring skidding eyes lost
in the evaporating magick that is the rain.
the cloud rises in thickness 
and we cough together feeling pushed
in the lungs and gasping for the freshness
of the night.
It is the only movment..
so again i ask, 
probably still clutching the power 
of bad timing.
But knowing this, and knowing what i want
is alot of knowing for one little girl,
so the lack of response seems
somehow welcome friendly and caressing..
 giving needed comfort 
on nights like this, in the city,
when the universe is rainy..



-/\- 1:39pm  10-14-98  HB, CA


(cyber-collaboration done with Amy Young of New York, NY)